Supremely nervous

I am supremely nervous... What if I pee on the fabulous Dr D during the transfer!

Dr D's beautiful offices are in a heritage building overlooking Martin Place. The furnishings are gorgeous and it's right above Burberry and down the street from Louis Vuitton which I believe is where she shops, or places in that price range, though she does tend to have a more funky, vibrant style. I feel like the biggest bogan sitting in front of her.

So you can understand why I would be nervous if I were to pee on her Loubitans or Jimmy Choos or whatever is on her feet this afternoon.

Other than that, there really isn't anything else making me nervous. Nothing else at all!!! I promise.

Oh forgot, egg transfer, will I or won't I have any, how many, blah, blah, blah... Minor details. Nothing that a good accupuncture session won't fix. Which is where I am right now. Just waiting. More waiting. HATE waiting!

I promised to call G at the transfer and he rang me at 11.15 wondering if I had forgotten him. He was thinking 11.15 my time but it's actually 2.15 my time. But really. The fabulous Dr D said he wasn't needed after he turned in his deposit anyways.

Being called in for accupuncture!